October 2011
2 posts
I am a spider, perched on a sink. I have never loved nor ever will. I survive. I’m being swept down into a black hole.
I am a spider, dying, circling, twisting, contorting but I do not emotionalize nor ever will. I’m sinking deeper and deeper. My fate approaches. I do not care. I have no concept of “caring”. I have instinct. I survive.
I am a spider, circling the edge of a black...
A Point
At the center of the room was a point. There was nothing particularly special about this point. Technically, it didn’t exist; it was solely a one-dimensional concept of space. But for the sake of this story, let’s give this point a chance at life.
The point was lonely. Around it, an infinitely large number of other points existed. So it was not “alone”, but still lonely. The point was lonely...
July 2011
1 post
May 2011
3 posts
Mighty To Save: What could have been done with the... →
This post…..
“shared the gospel with 100,000,000+ unreached people. that is over half the population of muslims in the world. within 5 years with the fruit of the spirit could literally overturn islam forever.”
Because Muslims are unlearned heathens who must be converted to the only true and proper religion, Imperialism. I mean, Christianity. NICE POST, BUDDY.
April 2011
4 posts
Discoveries
I am having a garage sale to raise money for my Eagle Project and I’ve collected a lot of donations from a bunch of people. In those donations I came across a really cool collection of CDs which I am currently going though. The first one I’ve been listening to is Naveed by Our Lady Peace.
It’s awesome.
Stand out songs, to me, are:
Denied
The Birdman
Hope
Hey, I...
March 2011
2 posts
February 2011
1 post
And that's when I realized, nothing on Tumblr is...
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January 2011
2 posts
The Gospel According to Mark - Jorge Luis Borges
I definitely didn’t write this… but I’ve been reading a lot of short stories lately and this is one of the best so far.
These events took place at La Colorada ranch, in the southern part of the township of Junin, during the last days of March 1928. The protagonist was a medical student named Baltasar Espinosa. We may describe him, for now, as one of the common run of young men...
October 2010
1 post
“I’m not an atheist and I don’t think I can call myself a pantheist....”
– Albert Einstein.
September 2010
2 posts
If I had one wish, I would wish for a watch- a watch that could stop, slow, reverse, and fast-forward time.
I would live in the past
Love in slow motion
Skip all the crying, the fighting, the dying
Reverse my mistakes
And stop any pain
If I had one wish
In the sea of a million dreams
“If…”
Such a weird song. I can’t tell if I like...
August 2010
1 post
One more day
One more day
That’s all I’ll ever tell myself
Look to tomorrow; though it may be obscured
July 2010
2 posts
“What can you pay for the way a man lives? What...
I’m tired.
The air is heavy. It sits in my lungs. Waiting. Decaying. Stagnant.
I wait from a break from the monotony. A chance to exhale.
My lungs fill up.
This is what life has become. Trapped in Limbo. Waiting to escape.
The dispassionate glow of an LCD screen. The unsympathetic pace of necessities. The fear of change. Jealousy. Transparency. It’s unsettling.
...
June 2010
3 posts
Does this work?
Tomorrow
I’m not sure what tomorrow will bring. I guess that’s the beauty of it. The spacebar on my mom’s laptop squeaks every time that I press it and it’s really starting to get quite bothersome.
If given the chance to see into tomorrow (figuratively, of course; tomorrow meaning the future) I don’t know if I would take it. I don’t necessarily want to know how...
May 2010
8 posts
If I could represent feelings through words, I would write them here. Lately, though, I haven’t been able to express myself solely through words. So, a picture of poop shall suffice.
You see, the dog represents my inner strife while the poo is a symbol of the repression of American Indians. Or something like that.
In other news, there is no other news.
Done.
“The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he...”
– Kevin Spacey in The Usual Suspects
Lovesong- The Cure
Whenever I’m alone with...
Stage Fright
ireadintothings:
There is definitely a plot to my life… but I just feel like the actual events are less important than how I live through them and what I think about them. I suppose this is an unusual way of perceiving life. Or maybe its very common. I don’t know.
I always wonder who writes the story of life. Am I the author or merely an actor in a greater being’s interpretation of a...
April 2010
2 posts
Platinum Eyes and a High-Strung Life
I’m tuning my heart-strings so that they resonate with ease. Their state of decay has become out of hand.
To publicly display this sense of delight The tense, never-ending battle of ecstasy versus restraint
Where have I stepped and left footprints behind? Do you remember me? The world is spinning faster than I can comprehend. I write without pausing; I hope that the words will...
March 2010
1 post
Electric Fix
Fire. I imagine a barren plain. Devastated from a past blaze, it sits lonesomely as a speck of black infringing on a green world. All life was killed in the fire. There is nothing, save for a few lucky weeds and shrubbery.
It smells of smoke. The air is heavy. Hold on, there’s something here. It’s not completely burnt. It’s stuffed animal.
Picking up the creature,...
February 2010
1 post
Happy Valentines Day
There’s something in the air. Every breath brings more of the billowing stench into my broken lungs. How do you people handle eighty-something years of this?
I heard you say, “Last chance.” I’m almost ready to mess this one up, too. I’m fiery and jealous. Stubborn and volatile. I don’t want him to see you in that way. Why did I have to fall? We fall so...
January 2010
2 posts
Timestealers
You’re alone. It is dark. Everything is quiet.
This is a different type of quiet, though. It’s the type of silence where the vacuum of nothingness pierces your ears like a burning fire. Devoid of your senses, you sit and dwell on everything, but at the same time, on nothing. Lacking any discernment between night and day, dreams and reality, and your own voice and that of the...
December 2009
2 posts
My Dark Passenger, Changing Perceptions, and (The...
There is something inside of me that most people won’t ever get a chance to see. It is something incredibly dark and thus I keep it hidden. There’s a side to me that I can’t control. A state in which I keep my body but lose my mind. Arms, legs, hands, feet, mouth, eyes. They’re all given up to this thing inside of me. My Dark Passenger. I don’t know what...
“I’m Dexter, and I’m…not sure what I am.
I just know there’s something dark in...”
– Dexter’s speech from Season 2 during an AA meeting.
November 2009
1 post
Curiosity Killed the Cat. Family Seeks Justice.
I enjoy taking a part in other people’s worlds. It’s boring to live entirely in my own. I love being a part of another person’s life.
To make a difference.
Basically, to be a friend.
When one can step back and indulge in the simplest pleasures in life I truly believe that they have found happiness. Which brings me to what I felt like writing about. Happiness. Because I...
October 2009
7 posts
Where the Wild Things Go to Die
“Good morning”
I remember when I used to wake up to the sun. I remember when mornings used to be beautiful. Now, they only fill my eyes with darkness.
“Where are you?” “Right here.” “I don’t see- oh. Hi.”
Your cold hand touches mine. A feeling of nervous apprehension is somehow being conveyed to me through your touch. Are you ashamed?
...
Subtlies and Allusion
The air smells of fire. It’s ironic, really. You would never think that the world would end so stereotypically. A red sky sets the backdrop for a desert of scorched earth. I’m wandering without a destination, though what more of a purpose other than living does one have in these times? There was a road I used to follow; I regret that now. It was one of those cleverly disguised...
Indie is Dead. (Part 2)
Ok. Indie music has been settled. Now, *sigh*, on to indie movies.
So last year, The Dark Knight sold close to 74 million tickets. That is, undeniably, a huge number. So is its budget: 185 million. So what differentiates The Dark Knight from a film like Brick? Brick, for the many of you who don’t know, is an “indie” film made on about half a million dollars. One half of a...
If a Tree Falls in the Middle of a City, Does it...
I’ve wondered to myself, “What inherently human characteristic draws us together in times of loss?” There is something… something within every human being that is held in common with his neighbor. This is the manner in which man chooses to face his shortcomings. It is the method in which we deal with pain. Instead of facing head-on what so deeply hurts us, we instead...
Indie is Dead? (Part 1)
I’m gonna start off by releasing my undying rage upon indie music. Honestly, I just don’t understand it. To me, most of the time it’s just sound.
I understand the basic concept of indie music. Experiment and discover new methods of songwriting without the tight control of a record label. On paper it’s a great idea. The way it is commonly implemented, though, confuses...
The Day the Music Died
I can remember, I think it’s been about a year or so, when I had the time and desire to actively seek and find new music which interested me. Soon, big bad school came around and blew my house down (which is a clever metaphor for saying I was busy with school) and music kind of took a back seat. Ever since then, I’ve wanted to take the time to just sit down and discover music that...
September 2009
4 posts
